Well Peeps, I've made a decision. I'm going to be a toddler now. Toddlers are so much cooler than babies. They have better toys and better foods. Of course, I didn't want to make any rash decisions so I did a trial run today.
Toddlers get to play dress-up and wear beautiful princess costumes. Awesome.
Toddlers get to drive cars with horns and a steering wheel and a special seat for Hanky-guy. Awesome.
Toddlers get to play on slides! Awesome.
Toddlers can cook pasta and cheese and yogurt melts and cheese and broccoli in their very own kitchens! Awesome.
Toddlers can study geometry. Awesome.
Unfortunately, toddlers are expected to put their toys away when they're finished playing. Not so awesome. But don't worry, I picked up all the foods and put them back in the tub.
Toddlers get to eat delicious things for lunch like chicken nuggets...
... and they get to sit at the table! Awesome.
So, being a toddler is pretty amazing. But it is also exhausting. Thankfully Hank still loves me, even if I'm a toddler now.
The weekends just fly by around here! I had a pretty good Sunday, filled with toys and books and skills and nap protests.
Sister Lab and I spent some time waving to squirrels. It's one of our favorite things to do together. Sometimes we taste the glass window too.
Dad helped me practice my acrobat skills.
I love swinging around upside down!
I got to have mac and cheese and strawberries for dinner. Delicious. Don't worry Peeps, mom bought some ridiculous organic, all natural mac and cheese. Whatever. I lick windows. Do you think I care if my noodles are organic?!
Well Peeps, I'm eleven now. That's practically all grown up. Mom says I'm not a baby anymore. Obvious. To celebrate, I did a bunch of my favorite things today.
I played under the kitchen table. It's just the right size for me.
I took my dino for a leisurely stroll.
I practiced being the cutest almost-toddler in the whole world. Do you think I'm cute? Cuter than a chicken? Me too. Chickens are lame. Thank goodness you can join Team Giraffe here. (Voting ends tomorrow, Peeps!)
I walked around the room looking for cool things to touch like air vents or diapers that needed shaking.
I sorted laundry, one of my very favorite activities.
And I showed off my "talking" skills.
It was an excellent eleven birthday, but I am mega excited for next month when I get cake instead of veggie burger to celebrate!!
I got to take my first big girl bath. Finally. I was beginning to think I'd have to take my whale tub to college. It was nice to have room to slip around, stretch my leggies and get some tub reading in.
After bath I got my fur styled. My curls are really starting to come in.
True, they don't seem to last through getting my jammies on...
... but that's okay, I just need to find some hair gel and I'll be in business.
I've been taking swimming lessons for a while now. I'm practically a professional. I can kick, splash, go under the water and jump in on command.
But the most important part of swimming lessons is looking my best. My friends Lizie and Linnea gave me a new suit and it's the cutest. It has ruffles and beads and a flower. I'm pretty sure all the other babies were jealous.
But you know who is most jealous? The babies in first and second place in the contest right now who aren't even that great. Are you equally outraged? You can vote for me still! CLICK and send the chicken packing!
Hi Peeps! It's late. I didn't have the heart to come on here earlier and tell you guys I dropped all the way to fourth place. Especially since the second and third place pictures are lame. There. I said it. But just in case you're up late and you agree that I at least deserve to be second, you can CLICK and vote for me.
In the meantime, do you know what made me mega happy today?!
My daddy. This is my face as he walked in the door. I love him.
Sister Lab and I dropped to third place. Yesterday we could taste the gold. Today, I'm sucking on a bronze binky.
Sister Lab was so upset she only trotted over to my high chair to beg for puffs this morning. Usually she sprints.
And maybe the silly baby and his chicken are kind of cute. But we are soooo much more first place material. I mean, who likes chickens anyway? Not me. I've never ever tasted one. And don't get me started on the second place baby and her dog. Sister Lab is billions cuter.
Mom says I need to be a good sport and not trash talk the other babies even if they are inferior in terms of their looks and posing skills.
Plus, there's still time to send the chicken to the farm. Voting doesn't end until Sunday! So I'll try and cheer up if you'll try and get every person you've ever met to vote for me and Lab. Click here!! Thanks Peeps!
Normally I would leave political campaigning out of my blog. It's just not the right forum for that kind of thing. But. I have to make an exception and ask for you guys to please vote for me! I've heard rumblings that I have a few lurking readers way out there (yep, I mean you Gwil, all the way in England!) and I need your help!
Pleeeeeeeease! If you click here: CLICKyou can vote for me and Sister Lab! You don't have to sign up for anything, you just click and type some silly words and you're done. YAY!! Voting ends March 28th and you can vote once a day, so I might remind you guys a couple more times. Thanks Peeps!! (Oh and you might notice my picture shows up twice if you click to see the next picture. Just ignore that one. They probably thought I was so beautiful that they entered me twice but the second one isn't connected to my email so I wouldn't really win. Just vote for my link!)
Hey Peeps! It's been a pretty busy weekend. I wanted to blog eleventy times but mom's been working on the computer all weekend. I was all, "Mom, my Peeps need to see all my skills and cute clothes and skills." And mom was all, "Juj do you like baby foods? If you don't let me work we won't be able to buy any more baby foods. Not even yogurt melts."
So I let her work.
But I thought I better share my super stylish skinny jeans.
I love them because they are very cozy and stretchy and they fit my curves nicely.
I'm able to do all my skills in them, which is very important.
Mom thought my skinny jeans were so cute she asked if she could take eleventy thousand pictures of me posing in them. I was all, "HA! Why would I stand when I can flop on the ground?!"
Skinny jeans are pretty great for flopping too.
I'm probably the best and most agreeable baby model in this whole house.